#I wonder if it happened today in training because it looked fine in the photos from yesterday

[ikram1909]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DES_VjTA4V4

looks like he injured his hand

Yeah, it looks like it ☹️☹️

[kxsagi]

Hello ! I hope you're well. I just wanted to request Isagi, the Itoshi brothers, Aryu, Yukimiya and any character of your choice with a horserider!reader 👀👀 (Sadly..Bachira strikes me as someone who would be a little too loud or excited near horses XD) Have a good day !

“𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞”

a/n: hi, i'm doing good, thank you! and as always, i hope you are too and have a wonderful day as well 🥰

i rode a horse when i was 6 and it traumatized me

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, aryuu jyubei, yukimiya kenyu

isagi yoichi

was today years old when he learned horses don’t just roam around freely eating grass and chilling. 

first time he saw you hop on a horse like it was nothing, he said “damn. so this is what peak athleticism looks like.” 

tried to impress you by getting on a pony at a petting zoo once. a pony. got thrown off immediately and claimed it was “just testing its strength.” 

when your horse sneezed on him he screamed. like full-volume, soccer-field echo scream. “he tried to kill me, baby!” “yoichi. he has hay up his nose.” 

constantly makes horse puns and thinks he’s hilarious. “hay, you look good today.” “i’m feeling a bit unstable.” “can i get a whinny kiss?” 

itoshi rin

hated your horse on sight at first. why? because it made you smile more than he could. “it’s just an animal,” he muttered, clearly jealous of a 1,200 lb beast. 

you made the mistake of saying “want to come riding with me?” now he’s standing stiffly in full borrowed gear, horse glaring at him, and he mutters, “this is how i die.” 

his horse walked two steps and he yelled, “HELP IT’S RUNNING.” you had to physically grab the reins to calm him down. 

got kicked in the shin once and pretended it didn’t hurt. limped for three days. told people it was a “training injury.” 

secretly feeds your horse treats behind your back and tells it, “don’t say anything. this never happened.” like they’re in a mafia alliance. 

itoshi sae

when you first told him you ride horses, he blinked at you like you just said you race dragons. “you voluntarily get on a horse… and stay there?” 

insisted he’d never ride. said it with his whole chest. “i play for spain, not yeehaw.” but two weeks later you found him googling “how to look cool on a horse.” 

your horse doesn’t like him. like, at all. full-on glare-offs across the paddock. sae: “your horse’s eyes are full of judgment.” you: “she’s literally chewing hay.” sae: “judgment hay.” 

shows up to the stable in designer everything. white pants. you warned him. “i’ll be fine.” he was not fine. a goat sneezed on him before he even made it to the horse. 

when he finally agreed to ride, it was 90% peer pressure, 10% pride. the second his butt hit the saddle: “why does this feel like sitting on two angry watermelons?” 

held the reins like they were cursed. “so if i pull this, it turns?” “no, that makes her stop –” “she’s stopping too fast– OKAY SHE’S BACKING UP–” 

got off after 3 minutes. straight-faced. dead serious. “i've had enough character development for today.” 

will NEVER admit it out loud, but he has a soft spot for your horse. feeds her snacks when no one’s watching. calls her “gremlin” but scratches behind her ears like a pro. 

once looked you dead in the eyes and said: “i may not be a horse boy, but i’d be your stable boy.” … then turned around and walked into a fence.

aryuu jyubei

said “i was born for this” and mounted the horse with the elegance of a runway model… then immediately fell off because his pants were too tight. 

brings dry shampoo and perfume for himself and your horse. “we’re a duo. if i smell like vanilla cashmere, she should too.” 

hosts impromptu photo shoots mid-ride. “wait, hold the reins. i need to pose.” almost got bucked once for trying to vogue on horseback. 

tried to teach your horse how to smize. you caught him saying “chin down. eyes fierce. yes queen” to her. 

insists on giving your horse a “seasonal wardrobe.” bought her a rhinestone saddle cover and glitter hoof polish. 

yukimiya kenyu

very prince charming about it until the horse sneezed on him. “i… respect your freedom, majestic beast. but that was disgusting.” 

made you a whole playlist to listen to while riding, called ‘gallop vibes 🐎✨’ and included three taylor swift songs, two anime openings, and the shrek soundtrack. 

dramatically bows before the horse every time like she’s royalty. “milady, may i approach?” 

tried to learn how to trot and immediately screamed, “MY BUTT BONES???” halfway through the lesson. 

gave your horse a full spa day: brushing, detangling, scented oils. she looked like a damn pageant queen when he was done. he called it “equestrian self-care.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 13

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: thirteen

part one here

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liked by ellatoone, alessiarusso99, leahwilliamsonn and 5000 others

yourusername: i'm so proud of you guys!! euros champions wooh!! 🤍💙

lottewubbenmoy: 💙💙

ellatoone: tysm!!

alessiarusso99: 💙💙💙

leahwilliamsonn: nahh what is that photo of me ↳ yourusername: lookin buzzin ↳ ellatoone: buzzin fr

stanwaygeorgia: still can't believe you wore that old rusty metal's jersey instead of mine 😔 ↳ lucybronze: it's because i'm her fav ↳ stanwaygeorgia: you wished

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(doing a bit of timeskip and let's pretend it's been like around two months since the euros bcuz yeah)

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ guys look at what leah and i found this morning

stairway YOU GUYS WENT WITHOUT ME ?!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ well i was gonna offer you but leah said you were busy

stairway WHAT NO I WASNT

willlybum oh well that's so sad

earpsy so this is why you were late to training

willybum i forgot we had training

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ more like wanted to forgot

willybum oi don't expose me like that

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ :)) so how's training going

neev y/n save me from this torture we'll go to nandos together and drag jessie along too

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev added flaming hot

flaming hot stoppp not this nickname 😭😭 and we can't go to that nandos place anymore did you two forget? we're banned from last time

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and who's fault was that miss flaming hot

flaming hot i blame niamh for all that

neev bruh you were literally the one that said you could handle the flaming hot sauce fleming and then practically screamed dramatically about how you were dying which got us kicked out

flaming hot I WAS NOT DRAMATIC AND YOU WERE THE ONE THAT PEER PRESSURED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ it was incredibly funny ngl i mean you couldn't really tell the difference from jessie's face and her national jersey colour

flaming hot stop ittt you two are meanies it literally wasn't that bad i recovered fine

neev um you were literally crying the whole day jessie

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and we had to buy you like twenty iced drinks for you to finally cool down

look this is you finally calming down after your twelfth drink

neev yeah not our fault you can't handle any spice flaming hot fleming but we're still kidnapping you and taking you to another nandos place tonight

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ we sure are

flaming hot i'm gonna pull a houdini

lotte oooh i wanna come along to nandos!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're very welcome to

stairway me too!

neev absolutely not

stairway excuse you how can lotte come with you guys but not me?!

neev bcuz she isn't annoying like you are

stairway

neev

elton no wayy you guys

willybum oh my god i do not have the effort for this today what is she going to say

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no

the REAL karate kid

ona batlle uh should i be scared?

kie very much

flaming hot what is happening?

stairway

elton did you guys know that you can lick someone's elbow (also known as their wenis) and they can't feel it

lotte righttt of course i needed to know this

flaming hot HELP WHAT 😭😭

neev the fact that i just saw georgia look at me after reading that seriously concerns me

the REAL karate kid unfortunately it's true 😭😭 she licked my wenis

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ..... yeah i have no words

ona batlle 😭😭

steph what the hell 😭😭

rusty metal i wondered why everyone stopped working out and started looking at each other ella, i do not wanna know why you know that, and can everyone stop trying to lick each other's elbows it's freaking me out 😭😭

kie i'm convinced ella has no thoughts behind those eyes it is just elevator music. on repeat. all day. every day.

stairway i think lucy's wenis needs a licky lick

rusty metal georgia get the hell away from me

elton ALSO if you look at any object near you right now you know in your head what it would feel like when you lick it like the texture and stuff

mccard nahh that's insane i haven't licked everything near me so why would i know how it would feel?

lotte why did i just see rachel and millie taking glances at each other

rusty metal GEARGIA ISTG DONT YOU DARE TAKE A STEP TOWARDS ME CAN YOU ALL PLS STOP TRYING TO LICK THINGS WITH YOUR IMAGINATIONS Y'ALL ARE FESTY OMG 😭😭

esme NAAAHHHHH WHY DID NIAMH ACTUALLY JUST LICK SOME STUFF TO CONFIRM IF SHE IMAGINED IT RIGHT THIS IS SO WRONG 😭😭😭

flaming hot of course she would do that 😭😭

meado

steph is this just a daily occurrence for you guys? is this normal?

door knob i'm sad to admit that it is

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i'm kinda glad i'm not near any of this rn

flaming hot fr

neev well i wanted to know if my brain was tricking me or not

esme you didn't need to lick it tho mate 😭😭

neev

alex nahh i'm done i'm leaving the gym just saw daly start walking towards bright like she was preparing to lick her i can't witness this today 😭😭

kie why am i not surprised that it's ella that started this again?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

ona batlle amen to that

steph seconded so glad kyra and charli aren't in this chat to contribute to this chaos omg

flaming hot amen fr 😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg kyra and cha cha! we need to add em in here too

stairway wait a sec y/n YOURE NOT BRITISH?!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nopee lived in england almost all my life but proud aussie here 💪🇦🇺

steph ayeee 🇦🇺

willybum i cannot believe this

elton you're an imposter fr

neev and here we thought you were one of us

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ heyy i am an honourary lioness member isn't like lessi half italian?

thet REAL karate kid yeah?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ see and she's playing for england i can support both the lionesses and tillies

willybum okay but now that the wsl is starting the more important question is which club do you support?

stairway oh yeah

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh uhh i gtg do something really important rn talk to you guys later! bye!

neev y/nnnnn dont forget our nandos!! i'll be waiting!!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i won't! better be prepared fleming

flaming hot oh no

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part fourteen here

[ejtheoneandonly]

COMFORTING THEM AT THEIR WORST (or some sh*t I thought of at 3am)

Feat.Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei and Hayato Suo.

Haruka Sakura.

Haruka was bruised and normally, you would treat his wounds, he never admits it but L O V E S when you are the one doing it, as he consider your touches to be one of the most warm he has encountered in his whole life, you can even see it in his eyes, he is so mellow. When you try to talk to him about his day (before the brawl, of course) he remains strangely quiet, as if he is reflecting about something, you tilt your head "Haru-kun?", his eyes turned to you "what?" He coldly said...

"Is there something wrong?"

"Nah, nothing at all, why you keep asking?"

"Because it seems like you're going through something, do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

When you're done with your job, you both go sit somewhere outside, Sakura's face seems still at unease. You decide to try talk him out one more time

"Haru-kun-"

"Oh for f*cks sake what?!"

"How did you just talk to me..?"

"I said I'm fine! I don't need anything now!"

"If you say you're fine with that face that means you are not necessarily fine, you don't have to carry everything alone you know?"

"Ugh!" The bi-colored boy stood and groaned "I am not telling you I feel terrible just because you say-...so..." he said it himself. "And?" You were curious to hear the story. "..." Sakura grabbed his head and fell into the ground "Goddammit!!! Why can't I just feel to fit in no matter what I do!!! If I am not strong I am nothing! I really have no other things to offer!! I...I..." His voice was breaking and you didn't think twice before embracing him "You need to be patient, from what I've seen, things have been going very well in Furin for you, and you seem to have fun, I'm pretty sure your peers have already accepted you, or else, who are Nirei and Suo to you?"

Sakura is hesitant, but at the same time...he doesn't want to let you go.

Akihiko Nirei

You and Nirei were in a date, you were walking on the streets, admiring every single thing while you also see the yellow fluffball taking notes of the things you 'wow' at. Today was pretty nice, you bought some food, drinks and took some photos. The thing happened when he was walking you home, it was dusk time and some criminals arrived, threatening to harm you both, Nirei, wanting to be your hero, decided to face them himself but got outnumbered, fortunately, you knew how to fight, so you decided to help him. You both won, they left, you both went to your home, checking if there were any severe injuries. Suddenly, the yellow fluffball wailed.

"Oh no, what happened? Do your injuries hurt?" Your voice sounded so sweet and attentive, you were always like this, main reason he fell in love with you.

"It's just..." *sob* "Just..."

"You can tell me anything."

"I'm tired of being useless, I always wonder, how did I even get to enter Furin if I don't even know how to fight! Even if Suo-san trained me, I will still never be as cool as him or Sakura-san! I am so useless!! I am so useless!!" Nirei was 😭

"No! Don't say that! I love you just how you are! I chose you for you, I could have chosen Sakura or Suo as you say but no, want to know why I chose you?" You said getting closer to him

"🥺?" He looked to your direction

You kissed him in the cheek "Because you always have good intentions, even in the things you are not good at, you always give it all and that's what made me fall in love with you, you are the strongest in my eyes and heart, and always will"

Nirei just kept crying (lol) but it was okay, crybaby and all you still loved him.

Hayato Suo

Hayato Suo is someone who you rarely see sad, this patched person always kept in control of his emotions and thoughts, you were always certain he always had everything under control, but what would happen if those restraints...

...snapped...?

You and the patched guy were drinking tea at a chinese market, both enjoying the view as you enjoyed each other's company, even if you didn't spoke much, the silence was already good enough, but you decided to now check on him, you could feel it, there was stuff he has hiding, you sensed his mind was in a tempest, an unpredictable force that could break out at any moment. Hayato Suo is very good at hiding his emotions to the point it's scary, you will never know what's going on with him, unless he wants to tell you...

At last, you decide to break silence "Suo?"

He turned at you, with a tiny grin "yes?"

"I...have feeling you...you um..." You were sometimes scared that he might take your words the wrong way or worse, that a possible argument arised, but decided to take the risks. The chinese presenting guy blinked "anything you need to say?" He said as he finished his tea.

"You are going through something terrible right now and as much as you want to avoid it I know! I just know it! And I don't care if you say 'I'm fine', I know you're not but let me tell you, whatever you are going through, let me be there for you! As complex as it may be I will do until my last breath to-" You were passionately pronouncing those words you did cause a scene at the market, everyone was now staring at you "...sorry" you sat down again. He chuckled "your passion and dedication towards me is so admirable but..." his aura abruptly changed to a darker one "even if I told you, you would never be able to handle it, this is something very personal of me and I kindly beg you to leave it..."

You were speechless but mainly concerned, of course you never feared he attacked you, you knew he could never but the situation of right now, left you thinking, if he even trusted you enough, maybe not yet...

In the end, you both walked away from that place, you hoped one day, Hayato Suo would trust you and let himself be as vulnerable as ever, so you could be there for him with no doubt...

Forgive if this looks ooc, oh God T-T, also, to the 3 people that read this, you deserve the whole world ⚘️)) if you want another part then say so, I guess.

[choicesgodfanatic]

Best Part

It was a snowy Christmas eve Becca was shoveling snow as Tom was in the bedroom the man sighs looking up at the ceiling as he grabs his phone from his pocket looking at which bill to be paid.

"Honey?" Becca comes into the room with something behind her back she tries not to smile. Tom looks up at Becca and tilts his head as he sits up crossing his arms "What is it Becca?" She smiles throwing a ball of snow onto Tom's face. The man blinks and chuckles "You know this means war!" Quickly Tom runs After Becca the two heading outside as they begin throwing snow balls at Each other A snowball hits Becca's face and She growls throwing a few more at her boyfriend. A few more minutes later Tom smiles building a snowman with Becca. "Let's add in the carrot here"Becca puts a carrot under the snowman and apples at the bottom giving Tom a smirk. The man shakes his head and laughs "Naughty much?" He grabs the carrot and puts it on the snowman on his face. Becca kisses her boyfriend cheek and her phone rings "Oh it's Dad"She says and Tom frowns. Becca's father doesn't like Tom due to Tom's job being a tattoo artist. Her father wanted Becca to be with someone who'll earn her money and provide for her such as a lawyer and a doctor... something like those or more. Tom brings in enough but to Becca's father he wants his daughter well taken care of. "Ahuh Yes daddy well be right over today" Tom's eyes widen as Becca hangs up she grabs her boyfriend's hand and kisses his nose "Honey my parents are inviting us to thanksgiving dinner" Tom immediately shake his head as he stares at Becca crossing her arms "Fine babe but you know how your father is" Becca holds Tom close kissing his cheek "It will be fine" After building the snowman and snow woman they both admire their work.

Tom holds Becca close to him kissing her softly they then enter their car driving off. The drive took an hour as Tom parks the car Infront of the gate towards The Davenport household. Inside the gate was a Home with Six bedrooms A kitchen and living room the last time they both came Becca's father kept degrading Tom because of his job what'll happen this time during Christmas eve the young man wonders. The couple steps out the car and walks towards the big home Becca's father was a blond haired man with a lumberjack beard wearing a business suit and her mother is a busty woman with brunette hair and a pink dress.

"Mommy and Dad You know my boyfriend of four years Tom?"

Becca mother Rose smiles At Tom hugging him "It's been awhile Tom glad you made it to our family Christmas dinner" she giggles as Tom hugs her back "Thank you miss Davenport. I'm happy to make it with Becca" He looks over at Greg Becca's father as the man scoffs "Whatever come inside" The four steps inside the Davenport household Christmas decorations all over the place. Under the front door was a mistletoe Rose and Tom stepped inside first and Rose kisses his cheek pointing at the Christmas item above their door Becca and Greg enters inside after them.

"Oh my God Eggnog!" Tom excitedly runs to the table and Greg rolls his eyes as he grabs a cup of eggnog sipping it. Rose and Becca sits on the couch. "So Tom how's that little job you have..you being a tattoo artist?" Greg grunts as he leans against the wall crossing his arms starring at Tom. "It's good. Unfortunately I had to let an employee go due to budget cuts" Tom says as he looks towards Becca and rose. "Greg Dear it's Christmas work talk will be later! For now come see my little girls pictures!" Rose says excitedly. Eagerly Tom sits between rose and Becca and she pulls out a photo album. Becca's face turns to a shade of pink as her mother shows a picture of her riding a bike in training wheels. "This was my little snookie when she was in 5th grade" Rose giggles. Tom smiles as he holds Becca close "You looked adorable" Greg smiles sitting on the armchair of the couch as his arms is around rose "I remember soon she fell her teeth came out and I had to get the tooth fairy to put money under her pillow"The Room was full of laughs as they continued to look through the photo album each moment embarrassing yet fulfilling as Becca is shown love. After twenty minutes Rose stands up stretching "oh your sister will be coming in an hour we need Chocolate cake" Becca smiles at Tom as he stands up grabbing his car keys "I'll get it" Greg stands up from the couch as well. "I'll come with someone has to make sure you don't fuck this up" Tom rolls his eyes as they both walk towards the car they then drive off leaving Becca and rose to prepare the rest of the Christmas dinner.

As Tom drives his grip is on the steering wheel Greg crossed his arms turning on country music. Tom looks over at Greg turning the country music off. "Why'd you turn it off boy?" The man grunts. "I'm not in the mood for country Greg" Becca's father growl at Tom "it's Mr Davenport to you" The drive continues in silence and soon after they made it to the bakery. Stepping inside the line was long the store plays all I want for Christmas is you. Tom pockets his hands and Greg crossed his arms. "Fuckin long ass line. " Greg mutters. Tom rolls his eyes "Not everyone manages a multi million dollar company Greg" Before he can reply a man with orange short hair and dark clothes pulled out a gun pointing it at the cashier "Robbery! Everyone hands the fuck up!" The store was full of screams as everyone kneel with hands up Greg grits his teeth as The robber points his gun at each person taking their belongings the man steps up to Tom and Greg. "Wallet and jewelry give me all your shit" Tom stands up as Greg whispers "Are you insane?!" Tom looks into the man's green eyes his face wearing a robber mask. "Before you waste your life possibly going to prison why are you doing this?" The man points his gun towards Tom's face "Why the fuck you questioning me? Wallet! Now!" His hands begin to shake as Tom looks him in the eye..there's an expression of hesitation in this robber. "You got more coming for you. Don't waste your time stealing from others" The robbers hand continue to shake as Tom stares at him. Greg raises a brow as The robber sighs "Look man I need money for my niece to get a present. I got laid from my job, my wife is angry at me and I don't know what to do" The people who was kneeling looked over at the Robber. Tom grabs the gun from his hand and sighs. "There are better solutions than this" The robber clenches his fists. "I'm not leaving without this stuff!" He throws a punch at Tom and Greg steps Infront of the punch making the robber hit his chest in turn Tom punches the Robber knocking him out as Greg feels his own chest.

"You did good Tom" Greg hugs Tom and the young man smiles. For the first time ever he got praised by Greg. The police soon came and unmasked the man and Tom sighs "I'm sorry I laid you off. Soon your out you can come work for me again" The police drives the robber off. And Tom and Greg drives back towards the Davenport household. The two men chuckle as they enter the festive home, Suddenly there was two hands on Tom's shoulders as he turns around seeing a blond haired woman with gothic make up.

"Tom you haven't met my little sister Selina" Tom smiles shaking her hand. "Hey Selina I'm Tom Becca's boyfriend"

Selina giggles and hugs the guy and Becca "nice to meet you dear"

Everyone sang Christmas songs and Dinner began They all sat down at the dinner table eating food.

"Daddy can you pass the Mac and cheese?" Becca asks.

Both Tom and Greg reach for the Mac and cheese.

"Um what you doin boy?" Greg asks gripping the plate.

"She asked for the Mac and cheese so I'm giving it to her" Tom smiles. Greg raises a brow and pulls the food to him "She said for me to do it" Tom pulls the plate towards him and smirks "no see she says daddy so that's me". Greg and Tom continue pulling the plate of mac and cheese away from each other and Becca blushes covering her face and rose giggles while Selina watches in amusement. "Let go boy!" Greg yells. "No way old man!"

The night was a fun one.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary490

1/29-30/25

wednesday - thursday

hard time sleeping last night,

but i did go out today, which means you get to see my fugly bangs. and i'm going out tomorrow too, so that means you can see my ugly face tomorrow too... no dreams today though. here i am:

dirty mirror + outfit that doesn't photograph too well but i really like it, i love that jacket, super nice to wear. i can't decide if i'm fucking ugly or not here, i feel like i am sort of but also not really. there's definitely something that happens when the pics are compressed that whatever happens to make them blurry looks bad to me, or makes me look bad, plus looks bad.

here was this store we went into today, we did go out to see this lunar new year celebration thing but that wasn't particularly good. some people stared when i started to speak, because i don't voice train really. i don't know if i really want to or need to. i feel okay with my voice mostly. i don't like when it's too deep, but if it's 'deep' i'm usually making some kind of joke. this store, anyway, it's a really funny store fully of like, costume jewelry basically, but it's for older women it seems like, they seem to really like it in there, it's kind of fun, i like some of the brooches they had, very tacky and strange, in a pleasant way, it felt truly old in sensibilities but not taste if that makes sense at all. it's like the notion of glamour in 2025, this degraded and cheap thing, it's sort of pretty by that token, it was called duberry fashions:

some stuff was a little more expensive and felt of higher quality, the belts seemed like they could last you a while and looked kind of nice. i'd like to get one of those.

here are some photos we took while in summerlin. people really hate me in the wealthy parts of town... i guess today will be an 'i feel so ugly' day, i think i look cuter in the mirror but... i want to cut off my stupid head, i feel like a very dumb girl (am i saying girl to affirm that i am feminine i wonder, i'm so bananas it's freaky, the self probing is probably demented (especially demented to make it visible (but it's on my mind and so...))) frankly. it's gonna grow out and be fine, maybe better than before even... i just... if i look ugly now with less bang, does that mean i am truly ugly, am i even ugly, am i just stupid. i have such an intensely low self esteem it feels impossible to fix, only some things soothe that, but being soothed always feels a little wrong. i dunno. i don't think i look bad... i know that... it's been a while since i've taken pictures of myself and i probably should have waited a little longer after having done skincare to do it but... blah blah blah... what is truly ugly, am i ugly. i can't tell. pictures always feel like better measuring sticks. they aren't though. i'm just coo coo... smash my head into a watermelon... did i ever talk about that video, where the cosplay woman smashes her head into a water melon and holds her head after doing it, it made me really emotional and i felt so bad for her and i really related to it, it made me write poetry. i am so distracted by trying to make myself know if i'm actually ugly or not... my forehead can be cute. i might feel better about these pics tomorrow even. it's just different maybe. i was trying to get to talking about being inside dillard's and taking photos, we wandered around the summerlin dillard's and ended up in the men's section and found some funny objects:

(bowtie obelisk)

(menacing pelvis)

while in dillard's we saw a peter rabbit tableware set... i wanted it badly... they had this plate it was cabbage shaped... with a little rabbit on it... i wanted it so badly. a couple of those... we could have the most perfect plates ever... if we had the peter rabbit plates. that was a consumerist fantasy of the day. possessing something so grandma-esque.

at the parade, which was insanely stupidly freakishly psychotically crowded for what it was (surely there must have been better ones elsewhere in town?), i got handed this:

something interesting to ponder. a platform free from violent, erotic, criminal & harmful content. ganjingworld.com.

apparently this is a falun gong thing omg... i wonder if it propelled me into having thoughts, when i came home, about how i like the idea of having my legs cut off to my thighs. violent + erotic, and probably criminal. harmful could be debated i guess. the other side of the ganjing world card says #kindnessiscool. which is a truth, generally. i could join now and win 10,000 dollars. 10k dollars from falun gong... #wow #whoa.

uhmmm, what else to say. oh, i had a thought about something to write, i will go do that.

that was fulfilling to write though i have no clue if it's good. it's re: the thighs, if that's any indication.

i also wrote some lyric ideas out today, and did some more music stuff, i got a second guitar in a song, i got something new written because i am dumb, so that puts me at a totally stupid 67 songs to eventually figure out. but the scope of the next thing feels a little set, there's some songs with already recorded vocals, so those will probably come out.

i should sleep soon, since i've gotta be out tomorrow, but it'll be kinda late, and relaxed... oh... i got cookies today, excited about that, they should last me 6 days, 6 cookies for 6 days. we had to get more sweets today. kind of obsessed with this song right now:

it's crazy how their good songs grown and grow on me, and the records i still have loose attachment to at best. i need to hear some of the bands that came after them, but are related to them. one's called like, mi ami, it seems strange, in a good way. from what i understand one record seems to kind of go off of what this record was doing a bit.

it's 5:30 am,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ask-lute]

Brittle Shells

Pt. 1: Messages in the Dark

A few days before Lute was tipped off to Pentious's identity everything seemed radio silent. Sera and Emily...mostly Emily were watching over Sir Pentious. Making sure his existence wasn't in danger of being exposed. The Exorcists trained as if nothing had happened in Hell, though it was painfully obvious to the women that Lute was shaken deeply. Adam's absence was noticed by angels and winners alike but the truth is a lot of them didn't miss him. Even some of the Exorcists shared this feeling. Still, Heaven was missing an important piece of their legacy. Sera was conflicted. She thought Adam was careless, brash, and downright insolent at times, yet she put up with it because until the last extermination everything worked fine.

Ever since the battle at the hotel, Sera had it in her head that Lute was going to be a loose cannon if Pentious was ever found out, and she had been making plans for it. She kept her dealings secret from even Emily, it was easier on her that way. She loved Emily but she was too headstrong and naive for her own good. Sera suggested that she prep Lute and the Exorcists for the reality that sinners can be redeemed, but she wasn't sure if Emily had done so yet. Probably not.

On Sera's desk sat a file on Sir Pentious. Who he was in life, in Hell, and how he got to Heaven. Apparently the powers that be found self-sacrifice to be a redeemable quality, even for sinners. Sera was uneasy about it all. Heaven was meant for people who proved themselves in life, not for people who finally decided not to be selfish during their “eternal” punishment. She wasn't as angered about it as much as she was anxious about what this could mean for Heaven's status quo. When he arrived she had taken photos of him for his file, not something you'd typically do for a soul new to Heaven, but she thought it was best to be as detail oriented as possible. Seven photos laid out in front of her, she examined each one with skepticism as to how this happened.

“Sir Pentious,” She says to herself. “what am I going to do about you? We can't hide you forever.”

She has other work to do, so she moves his file off to the side and grabs a letter she needed to send to someone in the Soul Processing Bureau. This is less about organization of Heaven itself, but more about peace of mind for Sera herself. She hasn't sent any information on Sir Pentious yet, which is killing her need to have everything accounted for. The letter, written on golden paper, is her preferred method of file keeping. It seems old fashioned considering how far advanced heaven is but they're all digitized anyway so it doesn't matter in the end. Her head is full of images, she wonders how this will work out. She remembers something she forgot with Pentious's photos so she puts the letter aside and begins to scribble detailed information on the back of each one. Things like date of rebirth and any changes he reported upon materializing, a few pictures of him without the mask, a few of him in his mask. While all these details are something you could find within the file itself she wants to make sure the specific details are their on the photos for basically a bullet point of him. She puts six photos back into his file and takes one final look at it, her expression one of melancholic uncertainty.

She shakes her head free of the thoughts that plague her, as she folds the letter over any attachments it has and slides it delicately into the envelope. She looks pensively at the file and puts it away.

“I hope this will go smoothly.” She says while eyeing the location of the file.

She gets up and heads off to deliver the letter, thinking that taking a walk will ease her mind anyway. She had heard Pentious was being escorted out to one of the zoos today, something about finding the rest of his eggs. She isn't sure how many are up here, but she would prefer it if they were kept to Emily's house too. She exhales one last time before leaving her office.

((OOC Yes I'm still taking tonight off, but I won't leave you with nothing.-💜Lilith))

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Photographing senpai  

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: Whoa...

Totsuka: Okinawa is somewhat exotic, isn't it?

Saya: Yeah! Very!

Saya: I never thought we would be able to go on a school trip together.

Totsuka: That’s because our school combined 2nd and 3rd years. I'm glad we got to go together.

Saya: By the way, where's Suo-senpai?

Totsuka: He said he's going to relax at the hotel.

Saya: All day? What a waste of your time in Okinawa...

Totsuka: Since he was here last summer, he coudn't come up with a place to look around.

Saya: Is that so! ...Even Suoh-senpai travels.

Totsuka: It was a little different than the trip. The Red club went for a training camp here.

Totsuka: When we were deciding where to go the South island was on the list. It was decided to go to Okinawa because it was "within budget".

Saya: Okinawa as a training camp, sounds amazing.

Totsuka: Uhm. Because of that, the club's budget went through the roof. This year's camp was very simple.

Saya: That's not true. I had fun, so I'm very satisfied!

Saya: Since you came here for the club activities, is this your second time in Okinawa?

Totsuka: No, this is my third. Somehow I got on the ship before and arrived here.

Saya: S-somehow got on the ship...

Totsuka: Uhm. Has this kind of thing never happened to you?

Saya: Never. ...I'm worried that senpai might go somewhere in a daze.

Totsuka: I'm often told that. If there's a place you want to go, just let me know and I'll show you around.

Saya: Okay, I got it. ...Oh, right.

Saya: Can I stop by the store there? I want to buy something.

Totsuka: Souvenirs? I know a great place, shall I show you?

Saya: No, this one is fine. I know what I'm after. I'll buy it quickly!

Saya: I'm t-tired...

Totsuka: Haha. Sorry for dragging you around.

Saya: N-no. Thank you for this valuable experience.  

Saya: ...I never thought I would see snake vs. mongoose fight.

Totsuka: Too bad it was a film. It's the only way to do it legally.

Totsuka: I'm glad you bought the pair of straps you've been wishing for. I've always wanted one someday.

Totsuka: I hope you'll take good care of a mongoose strap.

Saya: ...Em, senpai. Please don't move,

Totsuka: You've been taking a lot of photos today, haven't you?

Saya: Uhm. Because I promised to photograph senpai.

Saya: (I didn't have a camera, so I was glad to find a store that sold instant cameras)

Saya: Uhm, it looks good! Senpai, look at this.

Totsuka: Wow, finally I'm the only one in the photo.

Saya: I only took photos of senpai. If you see anyone else in the photos, they’re ghosts.

Totsuka: Ghost photography, that's fascinating. Hey, do you have any more tape left?

Saya: Emmm...Yeah, just one more.

Totsuka: Well, then, let me take your photo. It's not fair that I'm the only one being photographed.

Choice: [Let's take photo together] ❤️

Saya: Well, why don't we take a photo together?

Totsuka: Ah... I didn't think of that. Okay, let's do it.

Totsuka: I wonder if that's enough for me to fit in...Would it be better to stay a bit closer?

Saya: N-no. That much would be enough.

Saya: (I get nervous when he’s so close...)

Totsuka: ...A bit more closer. Okay, cheese!

Saya: !

Totsuka: Let's see, let's see, how's the photo turned out...Heh, you have such a weird face.

Saya: D-Don't say that, please.

Totsuka: With those wide-open eyes you look like a pygmy marmoset.

Saya: I don't know what a pygmy-whatever is, so please don't tease me...

Totsuka: I'm not teasing you. You're cute, very cute.

Saya: Don't say that...It's senpai's fault I got that expression on my face.

Saya: I was surprised because you get too close, and then it happened.

Totsuka: Heeeh. So that's my achievement, huh? Hey, can I take this photo?

Saya: You want it?

Totsuka: Uhm. I want it. I want it so much. I'd love to keep it as a family heirloom.

Saya: I wish you wouldn't do it the heirloom, but... It's okay, take it, please.

Totsuka: Fufu, thanks. ...Photos are great. I can always carry them with me.

Saya: You'll carry it around with you!?

Totsuka: I intend to. It's pointlessness for you to say "give it back" to me now, right? It's mine now.

Saya: Please don't show it to anyone...

Choice: [Be patient please]

Saya: Be patient please. Okay, cheese.

Totsuka: Oh, the last precious one.

Saya: I captured senpai's careless expression. ...Fufu, cute.

Totsuka: Eeeeh, it's not cute. It looks kinda dumb.

Saya: That's what makes it so cute. I have to make sure not to lose it.

Totsuka: As for me, I wish you would lose it.

Kusanagi: Ha-ah. Did you go to see Snake vs Mongoose again?

Saya: "Again"?

Kusanagi: That's right. Last year at the camp. Me and this guy went separately. I heard he went to see the movie with Mikoto.

Totsuka: I was hoping to see a live battle this time. It was no good.

Kusanagi: Obviously. It's forbidden by law.

Totsuka: And yet it's not impossible that there are people from dark organizations hiding in the shadows, is it?

Kusanagi: Would a dark organization contact with a mere high school student? You idiot.

Kusanagi: You were on a date in Okinawa and were dragged to that boring thing, it must have been awful, wasn't it?

Saya: Not really. I had a lot of fun.

Saya: Oh, yeah, I took some photos. Would you like to take a look?

Kusanagi: Oh, really? Let me see...

Kusanagi: ...Eeeh.

Kusanagi: ...Eh?

Kusanagi: ...Is your camera broken? There are only Totsuka on the photos.

Saya: It's not broken. I took these photos focusing on Totsuka-senpai.

Kusanagi: It's not just "focusing", he's almost in all of them! I could merely see Okinawa! Everything is overflowing with Totsuka, it's scaring!

Totsuka: Yaaah, thanks to her I've got to know the pressure of being photographed.

Kusanagi: I've got to know the fear of being shown off... Well...You two are a good match and get along well. Thank you for the meal...

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[finalgirlfae]

for the one you asked more context for -> maybs finn facetiming reader and them saying how much they miss eachother and the other cast members are like making fun of them but in like a sweet way 🤭

the space between

finn x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: finn missed his costar and partner

“i know you guys had to be pretty far apart for the majority of the filming with half the cast in atlanta and the other half over in albuquerque.” jimmy spoke. you were currently with half the cast on the tonight show airing live from new york city. you were sat between millie and finn, next to finn was noah and sat behind noah in a row of four was gaten, sadie, caleb and priah.

“was it hard to keep contact with each other throughout the filming while you were far? i know how close the cast it.”

“well we did the best we could,” mille started off and noah nodded and continued her sentence. “we called each other a lot and we all texted non stop on our groupchat.”

“yeah and two cast mates in particular,” gaten trailed off, looking at you and finn. “looved face timing each other.” you both felt your cheeks heat up as the audience cheered and your cast mates looked at you with obvious smirks on your face. your relationship with finn wasn’t exactly a secret because you two were always spotted together but you guys never went out of your way to say you were dating.

“is that so?” jimmy smiled. you saw finn’s blush and placed a hand on top of his, nodding.

you think back to the time that you were in hair and makeup, getting all done up for the fight scene got had this season. your eyes glanced at the mirror but they were not trained on your reflection, they were focused on a picture of you and finn from season two. in the photo he had his arm around your shoulder. he smiled at the camera while you looked at him with a smile, lost in the moment. this was months before he had asked you on a date while on set and your relationship begun.

your phone began to ring and you got excited when you picked it up and saw finn pop up with a little heart next to his name. your makeup artist took quick note and put the brush down, scurrying out the trailer to give you and your boyfriend some privacy.

“hi baby, i was wondering- oh my god what the fuck happened to you? are you okay?” finn’s voice dramatically changed when he saw the blood on your face.

“finn-”

“did you fall? get hit? does it hurt? is there anything i can do i-”

“finn! it’s makeup! i have that big fight with vecna where i get my shit rocked today, remember?”

he sighed in relief. “oh right. sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you crossed your legs in the chair. “it’s cute when you worry about me.”

he smiled at the camera. “anyways. i was wondering if you wanna go on a date when i get back in atlanta. it sucks being away from you y/n, i miss you.”

you frowned lightly. “i miss you too! i’d love to go on a date when you get back.”

“great! noah and mille are waiting for me on set, but i’ll call you before bed?”

you nodded. “of course love. talk to you later.”

“later.” he smiled at you again before hanging up the phone.

“oh they called EVERY second.” caleb commented, pulling you out your thoughts.

“it was not every second..” finn defended even though he knew he was lying.

“sure it wasn’t.” priah spoke. “it was just every day. 24/7. all the time.”

“it was cute though,” sadie spoke in your defense. “i know we all missed each other but definitely not as much as y/n and finn. they missed each other a lot.”

the audience clapped again and jimmy smiled at you two. “ah to be young and in love.”

you and finn both covered your faces at the comment. the feeling of love was very much mutual but neither of you had said it yet so it was slightly embarrassing to be teased non stop by your costars and now the tv show host.

“i’m embarrassing you two, aren’t i?” jimmy asked, smiling.

“just a bit!” finn intertwined your fingers and brought the back of your hand to his mouth, kissing it before looking at you. “but you’re right. we are in love, aren’t we?”

you gave him the biggest smile before pressing a kiss to his lips which earned a squeal from all your friends. “yes. yes we are.”

•••

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

—

shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[thisismysecondrodeo]

I had a fainting spell at work today and it was scary because people helped but then I was alone...I was wondering if you could write for Ted or Jason when the reader fainted at work in front of him? Thank you. It is okay if you don't

AN: So sorry that happened to you, friend. I hope you’re doing better, and I appreciate the request, hope it helps you feel better as well! 💕 (Wrote this quickly, please forgive any typos!)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, heat exhaustion, Fainting, Feelings Realization, passing out as a form of flirting, taking care of someone who passed out as a form of flirting harder

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“Y/N? You doing okay?”

You looked at Ted curiously from where you sat in the bleachers as training ran on around the two of you. You were supposed to be taking photos for the AFC Richmond Instagram but when you realized Ted was talking to you, you also realized you hadn’t taken any photos in quite a while. It was a blazing hot day—even Ted was down to just a single layer and some spectacularly short shorts which you had been sure to snap a photo of when you stepped out onto the pitch—and now that he got your attention you did feel a little hazy. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah, it’s just crazy hot today. My head was in the clouds,” you gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure him, but he didn’t seem soothed. He had always looked after you since you’d started working at AFC Richmond, making sure you were fitting in, and that you had everything you needed. It was obvious you’d developed a bit of a crush on him, but if he noticed he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Why don’t you take a break? Come down here and get some water,” he suggested, his hands on his hips. It wasn’t a demand, but he was using his authoritative coach voice and you were helpless to obey. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t tease. “Yes, Coach,” you said with a smirk, setting down your camera as he turned back towards the pitch. As soon as you stood up you knew something was wrong; your head was swimming more than ever and your vision went fuzzy, the grass a mass of green that seemed suddenly far away. You were able to make it carefully down to the pitch and a few steps towards Will and the water table before your weight suddenly shifted, your knees wobbling out from under you and Ted’s face breaking suddenly into your line of sight, a mask of worry and concern. 

You weren’t out more than a minute but somehow when you came to, you were already in the recovery room, laying on a treatment bed. It wasn’t the first time you’d fainted in your life and you were more embarrassed than anything, but it was always a little scary to open your eyes and realize you were alone. You moved to sit up, but two strong hands against your shoulders pressed you gently back down, before placing a cool, damp towel across your forehead. Ted was looking down at your face, clearly pleased that you were conscious but still clearly upset. 

“You’re here,” you said, feeling a little silly, “you should be at training, I’m fine.” 

“You are most certainly not fine, and if you think I was going to let you sit alone in a room after fainting you’re even less fine than I thought,” Ted shook his head as he spoke, moving around to a chair he’d pulled up next to the treatment table. “I might not let you out of my sight for a while, little lady.” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” you mumbled, but the room was so quiet you knew he heard you. “Sorry, I shouldn’t hit on you when you’re just trying to be nice.” 

“You can hit on me whenever you’d like,” Ted smiled and you turned your head to him quickly, “and I’m not just trying to be nice. I care about you, Y/N. I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed…how I felt.” 

How he felt? You couldn’t imagine that he meant what you thought he meant. 

“Are you…saying that you feel something…for me? Like romantically?” You stumbled through the sentence, made even harder by the fact that you were still laying flat on your back, your head turned to the side. 

“I, uh,” Ted scratched nervously at his neck, suddenly second guessing that revelation, “maybe now isn’t the best time to talk about—” 

“No, I actually think it's a great time,” you interrupted quickly, taking the towel from your forehead and Ted laughed. “Can I sit up now?”

“I suppose,” Ted responded playfully, and you swung your legs over the side of the bed so you were facing him, close enough that you could see the amused glint in his eye, the slight nervousness to his expression as he brushed his fingers across his mustache. 

You stated clearly, confidently, and with very direct eye contact, “I have romantic feelings for you, Ted.” 

Ted grinned, meeting your gaze with a sure, steady confidence of his own, “I have romantic feelings for you, Y/N” 

The two of you just looked at each other like lovestruck idiots for a moment before you felt a dull pain take over your skull and winced. “Fuck my head hurts.” 

“Yeah, you didn’t go down gentle but I don’t think you have a concussion. I do think you need a trough full of water, some pain medicine, and some lunch, though.” 

“You sending me home, Coach,” you asked playfully, watching as he stood and grabbed a bottle of water that he held out to you, and you took a grateful sip. 

“No I’m taking you home, Y/N,” he corrected. He held out a hand to you to help you off the table, and even when the two of you stepped out of the recovery room he didn’t let go.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack and tubbo

requested: yes/no

an: part 4 of the great adventures series

pairing: platonic y/n/tommy/jack/tubbo

warning: cursing

It was the afternoon before your new adventure with your friends. you had no idea what to expect, however everyone else knew even ranboo, and he wasn’t even joining you all. you would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, especially after hearing some of tommys plans for future uploads. tubbo had been trying to drop hints about what was going to happen. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was excited or nervous, either way you could tell it was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity and boy were you excited. the sound of knocking pulled you from your thoughts.

“hi y/n! sorry for the unexpected visit, i tried to call you but it wouldn’t go through.”

“oh god sorry, tubbo, my phones on charge upstairs, ive just finished babysitting my friends twitch chat.”

“that’s okay, tommy wanted me to see if you want to stay the night as i can take you with me now. he said something about it saving time tomorrow as jack won’t have to go as far and we can get there earlier, i honestly just think he’s slightly nervous and wants to spend time with someone.”

“i’ve not prepared a bag or anything as i was just planning on grabbing everything i needed in the morning, but i’m down to go with you. i’ll pack a bag real quick, make yourself feel at home. you can stay down here or come upstairs with me.”

tubbo followed you upstairs, and helped you pick which outfits would be the best to wear for the trip. around 10 minutes later you finished packing your bag and turned around to see a very pale tubbo, dropping your bag to the floor you pulled a chair up to your bed sitting opposite him.

“you feeling okay tubs?”

“just nerves, I'll be alright, are you ready to go?”

“ready if you are!”

the journey to tommys was relatively quick, you spent it talking about group plans for when ranboo comes to the uk.

tubbo: almost here!

tommy: yes! want to stream for a bit later, just something small could do laugh and the stream ends. i’ll go talk to my mum now!

•••

tubbo: please open the door

tommy: on it

the pair of you stood at the door waiting for tommy to unlock it

“TUBBO! Y/N I'M GLAD YOU COULD BOTH MAKE IT!”

not too long later, you and tubbo had put everything away and sat with tommy planning out a small stream.

“so i was talking with my parents and we can do an outside stream, and set fire to marshmallows!”

“as much as i love fire tommy i don’t think your parents will appreciate arson in the garden.”

“it’ll be fine now grab a jacket, we need to go walk to the shop.”

the three of you set off determined to get to the shop and back before it got dark, tommy and tubbo walked on either side of you as they want you to feel safe. thankfully the shop was only around the corner so you were all only out for about 20 minutes maximum, you probably could have made it back earlier but you stopped every time you saw a pretty rock.

“y/n come on we still need to stream!”

“did you tweet that you were streaming?”

“no he didn’t.”

“then come and look at this pretty rock!”

tommy and tubbo couldn’t help but laugh at how many rocks you managed to pick up.

•••

“guys i think i’d rather just spend time with you all rather than stream.”

“that’s fine, tommy!!”

the three of you sat around the fire updating one another about plans and opportunitie, coming. the conversation swiftly came to an end when tommy had set fire to a stick claiming it was to make the fire grow. you laughed as you heard his mum yelling at him to stop trying to set you and tubbo on fire.

“sorry about that everyone, but look the fire is big again.”

it got colder as the sun went down, so the three of you sat with a blanket draped over you all. his mum offered to take photos for you and you happily accepted, the pictures looked amazing and you posted it to instagram with the caption ‘i am cold and no one is telling me what’s happening tomorrow.’

it was around 11pm when the three of you agreed it was time to go back inside and sleep.

•••

you and tubbo stayed downstairs and tommy stayed in his room. the sound of tubbos alarm woke the pair of you up.

“turn that fucking thing off!”

“this is the fourth time it’s gone off and you’re still not up?”

“that’s because i’m tired.”

“please get ready jack will be here soon enough.”

realisation finally hit today was the day you were finally about to find out what this once in a lifetime opportunity was. tubbo advised you to wear sensible clothing and not wear the zodiac necklace you always wore, so you decided to wear the hoodie ranboo sent you a week ago and leggings.

“y/n you might wanna tie your hair up.”

“tubbo are you sure you’re feeling okay? you genuinely look ill."

“i’m fine.”

jack: right i’m outside so whenever you’re ready

lani: we’re making our own way later on as the hotel we stayed at is closer

y/n: will someone tell me what we’re doing

ranboo: no

y/n: you’re not even joining us how did you get in the gc

ranboo: magic

y/n: fuck off give me a clue

ranboo: i’ve said it since you dyed your hair neon f/c you’d be able to see from way up in the sky

y/n: what the actual hell is that supposed to mean

•••

soon enough you met up with everyone else and lani started recording.

“we’re skydiving, you ready tubbo?”

“WERE DOING WHAT? HOLY SHIT!”

you honestly couldn’t wait to do this. it was something you had wanted to do for a while, tubbo on the other hand clearly didn’t agree, which was evident through his whining.

you stood with tommy laughing as tubbo sat alone questioning why he agreed to this.

“look at him.”

“he’s is not happy.”

you sat next to jack and tubbo watching the video demonstrating what you will all be doing soon. you let out a nervous laugh, as although you were excited, you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.

“you could fall into the engine and get chopped up.”

“tommy stop scaring tubbo!”

“what if the parachute doesn’t work?”

“free fall to your death.”

“y/n you’re not helping!”

you stood recording tubbo laying on the floor once again whining.

“tubbo there are so many people behind you!”

“i’m sure the parachute won’t fail tubbo, but if it does it was lovely knowing you!”

“uuuuuuugh!”

“i fully agree bo.”

soon enough you tommy and jack joined tubbo on the floor.

“look at the clouds.”

“we’re going to be in them soon.”

“hell yeah!”

“ughhhh!”

you tried not to laugh trying to calm tubbo down a bit before you all jumped out a plane, which worked until you left him alone with tommy whilst you spoke to jack for a while.

“to be fair that looks quite fun.”

“and dangerous!”

“STOP!”

“well sounds like tubbos thrilled to be here.”

the four of you sat on a bench talking about what’s going to happen, and laughing at tubbos nerves trying to make light of the situation.

“look it’ll be fun, tubbo, provided we don’t die there’s a chance we’ll be in more vlogs.. okay so ignore the black cloud of smoke!”

“that’s not a good omen.”

“shut up!”

you wrapped an arm around tubbo trying to make him feel comfortable and reassure him it’ll be fine, only to be interrupted by jack and tommy bickering about eating before jumping from the plane.

•••

the four of you went to the briefing, at this point you were struggling to contain your excitement, and couldn’t help but laugh out of pure joy.

“no, they are listening, they're just excited.”

after doing training for the jump, you stood with tommy whilst someone questioned him about how he got 9 million subs.

“I just went around being incredibly cool.. doing minecraft.”

you and jack burst out laughing whilst tommy went on to make jokes about how much money he was earning.

•••

it was now almost time to jump out a plane. it was around now nerves were kicking in, so you all went around messing about till you were told it’s time to make your way to get ready.

“let’s go gamers!”

•••

“are you a skydiver enjoyer?”

“i am.”

“well that’s always good... please, don’t let me die!”

“y/n are you scared?”

“no, my ranboo merch will protect me, but if i die can we blame tommy for coming up with this?”

“ranboos not going to believe that you’re wearing the jumper he sent you to jump out a plane.”

a few minutes later you over heard a worker say they’re nervous causing you to tilt your head and blink again, trying to process what was said.

“heh???”

it was now time for the four of you to put the equipment on, so you were ready to jump. jack started talking a lot more than usual at a quicker pace due to the fact he was getting nervous. tommy pointed it out and jack trying to argue he wasn’t made you laugh.

“y/n keeps making a lot of jokes about my parachute being shit.”

“sorry manifold should be fine...more than likely...hopefully. only time will tell really.”

“how you doing buddy?”

“i’m feeling okay. i feel my insides doing inside bits.”

“wonderful!”

you were now all waiting to go as a worker jokes about forgetting something.

“y/n you’re going with him!”

“okay, but why?”

“well you said your ranboo merch will protect you..”

someone went by going rather fast causing you to stare in awe.

“we don’t go that fast, do we?”

“no not unless something goes terribly wrong.”

you all stood there laughing.

“stoppppp!”

“y/n, i’m now thinking you should go with them instead!”

“are you trying to kill me off jack?”

•••

you all set off towards the plane, a mixture of excitement and nerves began kicking in.

“tubbos on a lead.”

“oh i’m really nervous jack.”

“look at y/n!”

lani began to record you, who was now way ahead of the others, so you stopped and waved at lani.

“BYE LANI! HOPEFULLY ILL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!”

the others caught up and everyone had their equipment checked again.

“oh dear.. should be fine.”

“i’m alright, don’t worry my ranboo merch will protect us!” you got on first and that when you realised they set you up, so you jumped last as you were more confident and tubbo was jumping first so he could get it out the way.

you all sat on the plane and waved at the camera.

“hi there!”

“hello!”

“hi!”

“please don’t let us die!”

“we’re really jumping out a plane with a dream stan.”

“this is the highest we’ve ever been.”

“gamers in a plane whatever will they do...hopefully not die!”

“Y/N!”

“sorry tubbo!”

you were currently at 2,000 feet and sat looking out the window waiting to reach 14,000 feet. jack turned to you and tommy, “i can’t believe you’re jumping out the plane in philza merch and y/ns jumping out in ranboo merch.”

“if i die at least ill look great doing it.”

12,000 feet later it was now tubbos turn to jump, he looked back at you all.

“YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!!”

you watched as tubbo went.

“GOOD LUCK TOMMY!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD LUCK? Y/N?”

“BYEEEEE!”

you laughed as tommy went.

“see you later jack!”

you gave jack a high-five and watched as he went.

“holy shit they actually did it!”

“are you ready, y/n?”

“hell yeah, let’s do this!”

you laughed as you jumped, you couldn’t believe you actually got to jump out of a plane, you waved at camera.

lani met the others as they landed and began telling them about it.

“wait where’s y/n?”

“there they are!”

“Y/N!”

the others ran up to you as you landed.

“i’m glad you didn’t die!”

“thanks jack!”

•••

“would you all do it again?”

“yeah.”

“no.”

“maybe, i’m not sure.”

“i reckon so.”

not too long later, you were all given certificates to celebrate the fact you had jumped out a plane.

“yay it made nearly dying worth it!”

“you’re so dramatic!”

•••

you thought the day was over and that you were going home, little did you know that wasn’t the case.

“were not done for the day.”

“what?”

“heh?”

“you’re tilting your head again.”

“i know it’s because i’m confused!”

“anyway, what do you mean we’re not done?”

“you know george, he’s arrived!”

“gogy!”

“GOGY!”

“can i have a nap in the car please? i’m so exhausted."

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[maiko1]

Itadori: talks too much

Y/n: listens.

(itadori x gn! Reader. They're not emotionless, they just don't know how to express their feeling to someone they're not comfortable with.)

"they're not a robot are they?" gojo laughed and pat itadori shoulder. "don't be ridiculous. They look completely fine to me, right megumi?" gojo and itadori looked at megumi's reactions. "i don't wana agree but they're completely fine."

--

"come." y/n spoke from afar, hand signalling him to come to them. "are you sure it's fine for me to cross this... Bridge?" itadori look at y/n who nodded. "oh cmon, always trust y/n on these thing-" gojo who put too much trust on their student fall as one of the Wood he step on broke. "yeah nevermind y/n, I'll just wait for gojo to help me get there." itadori sweat as y/n nodded.

--

"here.." a soft voice caught itadori off guard. He turned around and found y/n standing behind him with a flower on their hand. "u-uhm... For me?" he questions them as they nodded not looking at his directions. To him, it's weird for him to see y/n acting like this. Though, he will not bring this topic, knowing y/n might change their tone.

--

"hey those flower are really pretty... Did you plant them?" itadori sat next to y/n admiring the flower that y/n just watered. "yes.. Me and inumaki senpai plant them." itadori smile at you. "wow you can be a gardener when you grow up! I'll make sure to be ur first customer if u really wana be a gardener." y/n looked away feeling embarrassed that someone actually compliment them.

--

"i heard about ur fight with a special grade curse. Mahito is the curse name I suppose?" y/n look at the bandages on itadori body, face. "yeah.. But I'm fine don't worry! Nanamin was there to save me." he chuckle nervously because the look you gave him kinda scare him. After a while you hugged itadori while patting his head. "glad to see you here standing instead of being on hospital bed." after a while you could hear itadori ranting at gojo about you at gojo's office while you wait outside drinking hot tea that megumi just made.

--

"are you uncomfortable eggheads?" your eyes went dull when you hear him call you that. "eggheads?? Hello did i do something wrong?!" you kept ignoring him while nobara hit him in the head. "ouch! I didn't know eggheads is a weird nickname...i just search 'sweet nickname for cou- friends!"

--

"....." y/n sat infront of a fan sweating after training and itadori happen to see them in chilling room. Itadori thought you were cute doing that so he took a photo and put a cat filter. "wow y/n your sweating so much." y/n open their eye and nodded. "yea. I manage to land a hit on gojo once and he became focus after that." itadori smile awkwardly after hearing that. "you know, you scare me sometimes."

--

"hey! Turns out we aren't a team for this one huh..." itadori turn to look at y/n who's stretching their body. "I'm on team red, sorry I can't help you with this one." y/n said looking at the red metal they're holding. "hey its fine! Just don't come at me and cry if you lose" itadori joked. Y/n was hesitate at first. After all who are they to be confident of their own strength when they doesn't even know other strength. "alright." you two ran fast with the same speed. Everyone was amused by these two that itadori won because he skip step longer than yours.

--

Itadori

Itadori: sorry can't come to class today :((

Y/n: it's fine,👍👍

Itadori: I'm sick so I'm sorry☹️

Y/n: gws🙁

Itadori put down his phone. "gosh will y/n be okay??? I'm worried if she end up being lonely. Wait I don't think I have to, megumi and nobara is there!" after an hour past by, itadori wondered where y/n has gone to since he heard megumi and nobara voice but not y/n. After another 20 minute, someone knock on his door. "can i come in?" there they are! Itadori head lift up. "yep come in! The door is unlock."

"um...i brought some porridge since your sick, I also brought ur favourite drinks since I saw it. Oh uh some ramen incase ur not in the mood to eat porridge." he teared up and hugged you. "your the best y/n!!!" y/n could only pat him in the head watching his snot stuck on ur uniform.

--

"what if ur dad didn't approve this??" itadori said in a sad tone. "yuuji, listen. My parents are dead." y/n deadpan at his childish behaviour. "i know but I have to face their grave!!!" what a dumb idiot, y/n thought. They don't mind. It's their dumb idiot anyway.

(I really do wana add up angst in the end but I pity you guys so no spoiler was added!)

[tennessoui]

If you're up up to it, how about obikin and 42?

yes!!! Prompt 42 is Star-Crossed Lovers, but star-crossed lovers are soooooo out now. 'Crossed the stars to be lovers' is IN, baby!!

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Someone has left a letter on his bunk. Obi-Wan as a rule doesn’t get letters. Actually, as a rule, Obi-Wan has never wanted to receive a letter in his entire life. They all have datapads for a reason, and it’s because they’ve evolved past the need for flimsi and ink when there are means at their disposal to deliver messages near instantly.

So no, Obi-Wan has never wanted to see a letter sitting on his bunk. He finds the whole thing rather trying, actually, the Flimsi Friends program the Jedi Order established fifty standard years ago in an attempt to connect their Jedi with others across the branches through letters. Obi-Wan had scorned the idea as an Initiate living comfortably in the Temple on Coruscant, and his opinion hadn’t really changed once he began his tenure at the AgriCorps.

Kabre notices before anyone else. “Oh, hey! Obi-Wan’s got a letter.”

“Finally,” Aldran grins, craning his neck from where he’s collapsed on his bunk. “We only signed you up months ago.”

“Really, you shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan says. “Really.”

“Oh, come now, little Obi,” Kabre pats him on the head. Obi-Wan is twenty-five and of a perfectly average height, but Kabre is close to three heads taller than him and of an indeterminable age. “Think of it as an opportunity to strengthen your connection to the living Force.”

“Through the Flimsi Friends program,” Obi-Wan deadpans, raising an eyebrow up at his peer.

“Getting letters from Susa is the highlight of my week,” Aldran tells the ceiling dreamily.

Obi-Wan shares a commiserating eyeroll with Kabre. “That’s because you’re in love with her.”

“Who wouldn’t be? She’s so sweet and kind and pretty and she has all these stories from her adventures in the ExploraCorps--”

“Alright, who got him talking about Susa?” Lathrum asks from the door, sighing in exasperation as he makes his way over to his own bunk. “It’ll be a standard day before he’s done.”

“Hey!” Aldran gasps, offended and already close to sulking. “Whatever. Fine. Everyone’s just jealous that Susa and I are in love because y’all are never going to find something nearly as good as we have.”

“Obi-Wan finally got a letter from the program,” Kabre announces to Lathrum. “We were just saying that he should at least try to be excited.”

“Yes, perhaps you’ll meet your own Susa,” Lathrum smirks, peeling off his dirt-covered tunic. His next words come out muffled. “Force help us if that happens.”

“No need to worry,” Obi-Wan says dryly, picking up the letter and studying it. “They appear to be a youngling.”

“A youngling wrote you?” Kabre asks, barely restrained glee in his deep baritone.

Aldran guffaws from his bunk. “Well now you have to write back!”

“Knowing your luck, it’s probably a youngling from the Jedi Temple,” Lathrum says. “Dear Obi-Wan, Today someone chose me to be their Padawan and I’m one step closer to being a Jedi Knight. How are your plants doing?”

“Yes, alright,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling slightly. He had met Lathrum when he was fourteen and still bitterly disappointed about his new position at the AgriCorps, and Lathrum has never let him forget it even after all these years.

He sits down on his mattress and pulls out the letter. It’s short at least. The handwriting is atrocious but the spelling is worse.

Dear Obi-Wan,

Hi! My name is Anakin Skywalker. I am nine years old. How are you doing today? My master says I have to write this to practice my spelling. I think not everyone can learn Basic, but he says I have to and that all Jedi masters know how. I didn’t ever know there was all this stuff I have to do to be a Jedi. I’ve been here for weeks now and I still don’t have my lightsaber!

I think the temple is really weird. It’s so big and cold. I miss my friends back home. Me and Kitster would go crazy exploring this place but no one here wants to play with me. Master Jinn says not to worry and I’m not! The temple is just really big and I’m cold all the time and I miss my mom. Master Jinn found me on Tatooine and took me here to make me a Jedi which is great, but everyone here already knows each other and I don’t think they like me much. I know the Jedi Council doesn’t. They didn’t even want to train me but Master Jinn inzi--incis--said he would.

Do you want to be friends?

Would you explore the temple with me?

Write back soon please,

Anakin

“Well?” Kabre asks, when Obi-Wan finishes silently reading the letter.

Obi-Wan sighs and rubs a hand over the jagged penmanship. It’s all too obvious that this Anakin Skywalker is...painfully young, churlish and childish and achingly lonely.

Obi-Wan sighs again, harder, as he looks up at his bunkmates. “Where do we keep the blasted flimsi?”

---

Dear Anakin,

Thank you for your letter, it was very nice to read. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m 25 years old. I hope you are settling in at the Temple better by the time this letter finds you. I have to admit I was very surprised to hear that you are nine years old and have been allowed to train to be a Jedi. That’s unheard of. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent Jedi. There must have been a reason your master chose you. The Force wills it and it will be.

It is understandable to miss your mother and your old home. When I became a member of the AgriCorps, I spent the first few months missing the Jedi temple on Coruscant a lot. It was the only home I ever had. But we make others as we go. The Temple is big and I suppose very cold compared to a desert planet--I looked up Tatooine here and there wasn’t much information, but I could never live somewhere with two suns! I’d be burned to a crisp in a matter of hours.

The upside to the Temple being big is that there are a lot of hiding spots and footholds for climbing. Try the pillars in the entrance hall. They connect to each other. My friends and I would run around on top of them for hours, although I think that was mostly because we were too scared to get down. You should ask Knight Eerin about it, or Knight Vos. They’re usually in the Mess Hall if not the Halls of Healing.

I’m sure Master Jinn has you busy with meditation and classes, but I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

---

Dear Obi-Wan,

I was really excited to get your letter! I didn’t know it would take so long but it’s been ages! So much stuff has happened. I finally finished my remedial classes and Master says we can focus more time of katas now! I can’t wait to learn how to fight! And Master Windu smiled at me the other day when he saw me in the hall because Master told him about my grades!

I asked Knight Eerin about you and she showed me some pictures she had on her datapad of you when you lived at the Temple. You look really pretty cool! I have blond hair and blue eyes if you were wondering. My mom always said she thought I was going to be really tall. What do you look like now? What do you do at the AgriCorps? Why did you leave the Temple? Knight Eerin says you need to give her a comm call soon. She didn’t sound very happy.

I made a friend! Knight Vos’ padawan was there when I talked to him about what you told me, and she came with me to go exploring! She’s so cool. She’s been helping me with my katas too.

Apparently I won’t get my lightsaber for years! That’s so long!

Anyway I have to go and do my reading now but please write back faster this time, Obi-Wan!

--Ani

----

Obi-Wan never reacts quite as happily and dramatically as Aldrin does when he sees a letter from Anakin on his bunk in the evenings, but over the years everyone learns not to disturb Obi-Wan on those nights.

The first letter Obi-Wan receives from Anakin after the boy turns eighteen includes his commlink frequency hastily crammed at the bottom of the page. If you want, Anakin has scribbled.

“Finally,” Obi-Wan jokes when the line connects and Anakin answers breathlessly. “No offense to you, dear one, and you have come quite a ways since you were a youngling, but your handwriting is still atrocious. I’d much rather talk to you like this than try to puzzle out what you’ve written.”

Anakin splutters and then stutters out in a voice slower and deeper than Obi-Wan had expected, “I didn’t know you had an accent, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan finds that he likes that voice saying his name in that way.

That’s the first sign of trouble.

----

Anakin sends a photo of his knighting ceremony. Obi-Wan wants to cry with pride. His friends tease him about it relentlessly. “You look like I did the day I married Susa,” Aldrin crows and takes a picture of Obi-Wan’s blushing, laughing face. Later, Obi-Wan reluctantly sends it to Anakin.

“I’m jealous of your friends,” Anakin confesses with an exhale of static. “They get to see you everyday.”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, unable to say more. Unable to admit that he’s thought the same thing about Anakin’s master at the Temple. Unable to deny it though.

They move onto safer topics, ones that make Obi-Wan’s chest feel less tight.

----

“Jedi Knights are forbidden to have romantic attachments,” Kabre tells him apropos of nothing one late evening when they’re leaning against the railings of their cabin.

Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to pretend to not know what his friend is talking about. Anakin is twenty-three now. They call each other as often as possible, whenever they have enough free time. Thinking about Anakin, somewhere out in the galaxy, makes Obi-Wan feel dangerous things. Dangerous, insidious, illogical things.

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Everything you’ve ever told me about this boy makes me think he’s in love with you,” Kabre says. “And the way you tell it makes me think you’re in love with him too.”

“Kabre, I…”

“I’m not asking you to deny it to me, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to defend yourself. You know no one cares if you’ve gone and fallen in love with your flimsi friend. It happens. And Force knows there’s no way you could be more insufferable than Aldrin and Susa.”

“He’s a Jedi Knight, Kabre,” Obi-Wan looks away, off over the fields. “I know what that means.”

----

When Anakin is twenty-four, Obi-Wan walks into his room to see a letter on his pillow. He blinks in surprise. He hasn’t gotten a letter since they petered out in favor of comm calls with Anakin.

But he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

He sits down to read it.

Dear Obi-Wan,

I find myself growing weary of Knighthood. I love my Padawan, I love the missions, I love the fighting. But I love something else more. I have for almost as long as I can remember.

I’ve been looking through the old letters from you. I’ve kept them all. I know Jedi should not have material attachments, but I found that I could no more throw them away than give my lightsaber to a Sith. They make up our story.

You were the first friend I ever had at the Temple. I don’t quite think you realized that then, and you may not even realize it now. But you were. I would get a letter from you and feel warm for weeks afterwards.

Actually, everything I love about the Temple and the Jedi you gave to me. My friends now, indirectly. All the hiding spots. Moving meditation.

When I got my kyber crystal, I wanted to tell you before anyone else. When my Padawan braid was cut, I gave it to my master, but wished I had something I could give to you too.

That was the day I really admitted to myself that you already have all of me.

Obi-Wan, I’m in love with you. I love you more every time we talk. Disengaging the comms at the end of the night hurts like losing my hand all over again. I love you, I love you.

And I have been a coward about it for too many years. I was afraid that you would reject me, think me too rash and young and foolish. But I know what I want. You told me in one of your letters that you believed I lived off of a single-minded desire to achieve my goals and that I would let nothing stand in the way.

I do not plan on starting now, if you will have me that is. I dream of nothing more than to feel your hands on my face, to listen to the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

I will not disrespect the ways of the Jedi by loving you quietly, when I know you are my deepest, strongest attachment. One that I will not shake, even if I lived to be as old as Master Yoda himself.

If you find that you feel the same way, I will leave the Jedi Order tomorrow and meet you on Bandomeer. If you do not, then I understand and will never speak of this again. I am something of an expert after all these years of loving you silently from afar.

Yours sincerely, yours always, yours completely,

Anakin

Obi-Wan traces the words with a shaking hand. He doesn’t know he’s crying until a tear falls onto the flimsi. Oh, Anakin. Oh, his brave, foolish Anakin.

Will he really be so selfish as to allow Anakin to leave his Knighthood for him? His padawan, his home?

But the knowledge that Anakin loves him is a heady, addictive feeling. Obi-Wan has never truly gotten the things he wants. He loves his life now, of course. But he hadn’t wanted it.

And he loves Anakin.

He loves him terribly.

He reaches for a piece of flimsi and a pen.

----

Anakin will be the first to admit he’s been in a foul mood for a few standard weeks now. He’d sent that letter to Obi-Wan--Force, why had he sent that letter to Obi-Wan, obviously the man will never want to talk to him again now--and then immediately Ahsoka and him had been called in for a mission.

It had been awful and disgusting. Anakin is covered in mud from head to toe, and his padawan doesn’t look any better. And worst of all, he had had no time at all to comm Obi-Wan. No time at all to see how the man had taken his confession. It feels like he’s been holding his breath for days.

But he’s at the Temple now. He can clean himself off and call Obi-Wan incessantly until the man answers. Anakin can’t keep living like this.

“Letter for you, Master,” Ahsoka says as he enters their quarters. She’d been sent ahead while Anakin had finished docking the ship, and now she’s sitting at the table perfectly clean.

Anakin thinks his heart stops at these words and then it starts beating as fast as it ever has before. “Where?”

“I put it on your bed,” Ahsoka peers up at him with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, Skyguy? You look a bit--”

But Anakin’s gone, already tearing into his room. There on the bedspread is a letter. Obi-Wan’s written him a letter.

Anakin has to try opening it three times before he finally gets his fingers to cooperate. It’s very short.

Dearest One, Obi-Wan has written.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow on Bandomeer. I will be waiting.

Forever yours,

Obi-Wan

Anakin smiles and feels like he could cry or sing or dance or scream from all the joy that’s welled up in his chest at this small handful of words Obi-Wan has given him. They’re everything and more.

Mindful of the mud on his person, he puts the letter gently on his bed and walks back out to the common area. Ahsoka is right where he left her.

“Okay, now you just look scary,” she says, pointing a fork at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

Anakin lets his grin die. He won’t relish this next part, but it’s for Obi-Wan. It’s so he can be with Obi-Wan. It's necessary. “Snips,” he says, sitting down opposite her. “We need to talk.”

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Life Without Colour {PART TWO}

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

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As morning crept in through the blinds, you opened your eyes. It had been a horrendous night. You’d slept for a couple of hours, if that, all in and every time you woke up, you felt like crying. You opened your eyes to see wonderous colour, everything was so colourful and it shocked you but my god, you wished that your vision was still black and white. If your vision had been black and white everything would’ve been fine and you would be happy. You would’ve given up anything to have black and white vision back. Black and white vision wasn’t so bad, I mean, it always felt like you were trapped inside a 50s sitcom but that was pretty cool! Though now with colour you could easily see what your clothes looked like...

Steve was still sound asleep beside you. His alarm would go off in an hour or so. Carefully, you got out of bed trying not to wake him as you went to wander through Steve’s apartment. You were grateful that Steve’s décor was darker and more muted colours; dark blues and browns (and you knew what colours they all were because during the night, you’d found some YouTube Kids videos telling you all the different types of colour. You liked red and you really liked yellow). You spend a while walking around the apartment and looking out the window, watching the sun come up. Your stomach flips and you feel sick as you see a photo of Steve and Bucky; the same photo that you’d seen so many times before except now it’s in colour and you can see Bucky’s dark eyes and Steve’s bright eyes. Taking a breath, trying to push the nausea away, you wish it had been Steve’s eyes that you saw. You wish Steve’s bright blue eyes had been the first ones you saw in colour.

Your mind refuses to stop picturing Bucky and that first moment of seeing colour crashing over you like a wave. The guilt hits you like a train as you stare at the photo. How could you love Steve Rogers and yet have Bucky Barnes be your soulmate? You needed help; you needed some form of guidance, someone to talk to that wasn’t Bucky Barnes. 

Steve finds you sitting on the couch, staring at the photo of the pair, fifteen minutes later. He pads over to you, realising that you’re in a daydream of sorts, “Sweetheart?” He says softly sitting on the couch beside you.

You tore your eyes from the picture and stared at him, once again the colour of his eyes surprising you. Quickly, you set the photo down and pull him onto the couch, “Steve, I have to tell you something.”

Steve brushes your hair out of your face, frowning in concern. He could tell something was eating away at you, he noticed it last night at the party. He’d hoped it had just been the migraine but now, seeing the fear in your eyes, he wondered if it was something else entirely. He asks if you’re okay, asks what’s wrong and you open your mouth and then shut it. You need to tell him. A relationship shouldn’t have secrets or lies and you had always been honest with Steve. Steve valued honesty and truth among all else, he valued loyalty and yet, here you were, keeping the biggest secret of your life from him.

He repeats the question, “What’s going on?”

You shake your head and plaster a smile on your face, “I was just thinking that I’d go see Nat today,” you told him, “She was telling me about her and Bruce yesterday but never got to hear much of the story before my migraine kicked in.” It wasn’t a lie, you were waiting to hear more of Nat and Bruce’s story but that wasn’t the only reason you wanted to go and see her. You wanted Nat’s opinion on everything; you wanted her to tell you what you were supposed to do.

Steve nodded his head slowly, “Are you okay, (y/n)? You’ve not seemed quite right since last night at the party.” No, I’m not right at all, Steve! My soulmate is your best friend! How do I tell you that? How am I meant to tell you that without destroying you?

“Yeah, everything’s fine, love,” you smile at him, “The migraine’s away but I barely slept.” He looks at you with that stare, the one where he’s trying to figure out if you’re telling him the truth, “Honestly, Steve, I’m okay. I’m absolutely exhausted but I’ll have a cup of coffee and go see Nat and I’ll be fine. Must’ve been the champagne last night, I only had one glass but you know I’m not a big drinker and you know Stark buys the expensive stuff.”

Steve relents with a sigh, he’s unsure but you seem to be talking a little more, “Okay, just remember that I’m here for you if you need me...” He stands up, stretching and you smile as you look at him. He is one fine specimen. He notices you admiring his muscles, “You think these are impressive?” He chuckles, “You should’ve seen me before the serum.”

You laugh, a real genuine laugh, and for a few seconds, you forget about everything. Things were just so real and easy with Steve, “I would’ve loved to have met you back then you know.”

Steve scoffs, “Yeah right. You’re way out of my league right now never mind back then.”

“I’m serious,” you say as you follow him into the kitchen, “Steve, you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I would love you in every lifetime and every size or shape. Skinny, pre serum Steve would’ve been just as perfect. The serum changed the way you look but it never changed the way you act or the way you think. That’s all you and what do I always tell you?”

Steve smiles as he makes the coffee, “You love the way I think.” He looks up at you and you smile at him. Everything was always easy with Steve; it always had been, even on that very first day.

The rain poured down, splashing onto the sidewalk. You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you tried to back further into the wall. You’d been waiting outside a café for over thirty minutes waiting for your date to show up. So far, nothing. You’d text and left a voicemail asking if he was on his way but no answer. You huffed as you shook your head, “Bloody men.”

You go to turn and walk away, knowing that you’d been stood up and didn’t want to hang around for nothing, when you almost bump into something or rather someone, “Sorry, I was going to ask if you wanted my umbrella.” He asked with a smile, “But you started cursing out men and honestly, it’s a little intimidating.”

You looked up at him and smiled, well he wasn’t your soulmate but that was okay, you didn’t need colour to know that he was ridiculously good looking,  “Sorry, I, uh, I got stood up so I’ve been standing in the rain for nearly forty minutes. I even went to the effort of putting on a whole new outfit and curling my hair!”

The man sighs, “I’m sorry to hear that, how about I buy you a cup of coffee?” He holds his hands up when you look at him concerned, “I just wanna be nice, that’s all. If you hate me, you never have to see me again.”

You find yourself laughing and shrugging, “Oh, what the hell- sure... I’m (y/n).”

“Steve, Steve Rogers.”

It hits you then. Of course, “You’re Captain America!”

Steve nods, “I hope that’s not an issue?”

You shake your head, “Not at all but... why does someone like you want to go on a date with someone like me? I mean you look like that and I look like...” you look down at your soaked outfit, “a drowned rat.”

His laugh is lovely, you realise as it comes booming out of him, “Someone like me? I look like this now but before the war, I was a scrawny five foot four kid with too many health issues to count and someone like you? You mean someone beautiful with a gorgeous smile?” He opens the café door, “Shall we?”

A cup of coffee with Captain America, you muse in your head as you sit at the table in the small café waiting for him to bring you back your drinks, your mom would have a field day with this one. You shrug your jacket off and hang it over the back of the chair, thankful that your jacket had kept the rain from soaking you straight to the bone.

Steve appeared a minute later, two coffees and two muffins, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted something to eat so I got us muffins.”

“Thanks,” you smile, happily taking a bite out of it. Steve sits down and you suddenly feel rather awkward as he smiles at you. You’re not soulmates. Your vision is still black and white so... what was the point?

Steve seems to read your mind, “We’re not soulmates... It’s okay.” You breathe a sigh of relief and Steve can see you visibly relax.

“Yours is still black and white?”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of the coffee, “No, I... I met my soulmate a long time ago.”

“Oh?” you pause and he can see your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“It was during the war we met,” he goes onto explain, “Things couldn’t really go anywhere since I woke up in the twenty first century... She died a couple of years ago.”

Well, shit. “Oh god, Steve, I’m so sorry. That’s... That’s horrible.”

Steve smiles, appreciating your genuine sympathy, “It’s okay,” he shrugs, “besides, I like to think I can make my own destiny; that there’s more than one person in the world that could be a match for me.”

A smile spreads onto your face. He was like a breath of fresh air, the way he spoke about things with such hope... it was inspiring. No wonder he was Captain America; everything America should have been, “I like the way your mind works.” And it’s true. You’d never met anyone who was so hopeful. Everyone you met followed the rules and stuck by them but Steve, despite his past and despite his definite trauma, he remained hopeful for a better future.

He asks about you and your situation, “Still black and white,” you tell him, “I have to send pictures of my outfits to my sister who met her soulmate years ago just to see if the colours go well together.” He laughs, “I’m in no rush to find my soulmate, if I ever find them. I don’t believe too much in it either.”

The pair of you look across the table at one another and smile and it’s an unspoken agreement of ‘are we going to do this?’. Steve takes a sip of coffee, hiding a bashful smile from behind the mug, “You know, I’m real glad your date stood you up.”

His kiss on your temple as he slides your mug of coffee over to you breaks you out of your trance, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I’m real glad my date stood me up,” you murmur with a smile.

A slow grin spreads on his face, “Yeah, me too...”

Once you’ve eaten breakfast, gotten dressed and ready for the day ahead, you text Nat and ask her if you can come over. She responds right away telling you to come by whenever. You get ready to leave and say bye to Steve, who’s using a laptop looking up something else that Sam told him about.

“I’ll be home soon,” you say, kissing his hair, “Text me if you’re wanting me to pick up anything while I’m out.”

“I love you,” Steve calls as you’re pulling on your sneakers.

A pang of guilt hits you and you take a deep breath, “I love you too, Steve.”

You leave.

The drive to Natasha’s apartment is a short one and it helps that you’re breaking most of the traffic laws to get there. You need to tell someone. Honestly, at this rate, you’ll be having stomach ulcers with the stress. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe this wasn’t such a big deal... Maybe you would tell Nat and she would roll her eyes and tell you that it would be fine, to tell Steve and don’t talk to Bucky again. You hoped that it could be that easy but really... would it be?

Natasha immediately knew something was wrong, “Have you slept?” She asked, noting the dark circles under your eyes and your stressed appearance.

“Couple of hours.”

“What’s going on?”

“Coffee and then we’ll talk.” Nat nods and goes to the kitchen so prepare the coffee. Her apartment is bare but stylish. It’s not very personable but she wasn’t very personable so it makes sense. Nat always told you that she was ready to up and leave if she needed to. You follow her into the kitchen to see her lifting down two blue mugs, “Actually, can I get that red mug that’s on the top shelf?”

Nat nods and reaches up. Then she realises what you just said, “No fucking way.” You sigh, sitting at the kitchen island as she stares at you, throwing question after question at you, “You can see colour? When? How? Who?!”

“Coffee first, please.”

Natasha Romanoff has never moved faster in her life as she makes that cup of coffee and has it sitting in front of you within thirty seconds. She demands to know everything, “When?!”

“Last night at Stark’s party.”

Natasha snaps her fingers, “I knew something wasn’t right! You left so early and didn’t even say goodbye, by the way. Tony said you had a migraine but I thought something was off.”

You nodded, “Yeah, the colour was overwhelming and it gave me a migraine. It’s still pretty overwhelming, to be honest.”

Natasha leaned forwards, elbows propped onto the kitchen counter, “Is it...”

You shake your head, looking at your hands, “No... It’s not Steve.”

She curses under her breath, “Damn... I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how difficult that is but... doesn’t mean everything’s doomed. Who is it?”

All of a sudden, you can’t say anything; all you can do is stare at the coffee. Natasha begins to list of names, “Stark? Thor? Galactica man? Fury? Parker-”

“Nat, he’s seventeen!”

She holds up her hands, “Wanda? Strange? Sam? Maria Hill? Oh my god, is it me?” You roll your eyes at her and then she says it, “Bucky?” Your bottom lip trembles and Natasha’s jaw drops, “Bucky?! Bucky Barnes?” A nod is all you can muster, “Holy shit! I knew the universe is fucked but I didn’t realise it’s this fucked!”

“You said it doesn’t mean everything’s doomed, tell me it’s not doomed, Nat.”

“What did Steve say?! Holy shit, I can’t believe that. No wonder you didn’t sleep.” She sees your eyes lower, “You have told him, haven’t you?”

“I tried,” you whisper, “I tried, Nat. I-I couldn’t.” She sighs heavily, “It’s bad, isn’t it? It’s real bad.”

She nods, “Yeah, it’s gonna be bad.” The two of you are silent as you sip at the coffee, trying to figure out what the next move is. It feels good to talk about it with someone; feels much better to share the load with someone who isn’t Bucky.

“I don’t know how to tell him,” you say eventually, voice cracking with emotion, “I mean, how do you tell your boyfriend that his best friend is your soulmate?” Nat doesn’t have the answers and you know she doesn’t. She can’t tell you what to do. Bucky couldn’t tell you what to do either. You have to figure it out by yourself.

“Tell me everything.”

So you tell her everything. You tell her about seeing him, about going to get air, about Bucky finding you and having a secret conversation with him, about the migraine and about going home with Steve, “The worst part of it is... Bucky’s eyes were the first pair I saw in colour. How many times have I said to you even if Steve wasn’t my soulmate, how many times have I said I wanted his eyes to be the first ones I look into with colour vision? I feel like I’ve betrayed him.”

Nat’s hand reached out, clasping yours from across the table, “This isn’t your fault. I know that if you had your way, you would’ve seen colour with Steve from that very first glance. If not Steve, you would’ve picked me, obviously.” You laugh slightly, “Steve will understand that you didn’t want or mean for this to happen. His soulmate is someone else as well.”

“But his is dead. My soulmate is another Super Soldier who has a freaking metal arm and used to be an assassin!”

“Don’t knock assassins,” she scolds with a smile, “I’ve seen the way you and Steve are together and I know that you’re the real deal, soulmate or not. You know that too. Your talk with Bucky seems like you two are pretty okay with nothing happening between the pair of you and that’s a good first step.”

“What do I do?”

She squeezed your hand and gave you a small smile, “You know what to do.”

You let out a long breath and nodded slightly, “I have to tell Steve.”

Natasha smiled. She was one of your closest friends, she seemed to understand you pretty well. She understood your anguish and your pain and she would always listen to your problems. Steve was close with Nat for the exact same reasons. She helped and she listened. Natasha had welcomed you practically with open arms (except she hated hugs) when Steve introduced you to her. Straightaway she knew that you two were made for each other, even if the universe didn’t think it. She made a comment that stuck with you to this day,  ‘You both make each other a better person. You share the load and take turns of carrying the burdens. It’s not common that happens.’

To distract you, she updated you on her and Bruce Banner saying that he’d finally asked her out and their date was tonight, “I’m sorry. I know the last thing you want to deal with is my relationship problems,” you apologised as she told you.

“Don’t be silly, I’d rather help you than worry about what I’m meant to say on this date! I’ve not been on a date in years!”

“You’ll be fine,” you laughed, draining the last of your coffee, “You know that the pair of you are soulmates just... no work talk.”

Natasha looked like a deer caught in the headlights, “No work talk? What am I meant to talk about?!”

“I don’t know... the weather?”

The redhead rolled her eyes, “I’m not taking advice from someone who’s dating their soulmate’s best friend.”

“Low blow,” you said laughing. She did always know how to lighten the mood, “You’ll be fine, Nat.” As if on cue, you get a text, “It’s Steve... asking when I’m coming home. Can’t put it off any longer.” Standing, Nat tells you that she’s proud of you.

“It won’t be easy but... it’s the right thing to do.”

In the car ride over, you had rehearsed what you’d say to Steve. You would tell him everything that happened, you’d tell him about Bucky, about the conversation you had with him, about the real reason why you had a migraine and you’d apologise for not telling him as soon as it happened. You were scared but fear isn’t a real excuse to not do the right thing. You hoped that he wouldn’t hate you. You hoped that he would forgive you for not saying something sooner.

As you open Steve’s apartment door, you hear laughter... You frown as you close the door behind you, “Steve?” You call out.

“(y/n), you’re home,” Steve replies, “We’re in here.”

“Who’s we?” You ask, kicking off your shoes and peering around the corner,  “Oh.” You don’t look at the figure sitting next to Steve. You can’t. You’ll lose your composure and everything will be a mess again.

Steve grinned, “Bucky thought he’d stop by, isn’t that great?”

You force a smile, “Amazing! I’m going to go make myself some lunch.” Quickly, you rush into the kitchen, trying to slow your heartrate. What the fuck is he doing here?!

That’s when someone clear their throat from behind you, “I brought the coffee mugs we used back...” Bucky Barnes was the last person you wanted to see right now and now, here he was, standing in your kitchen trying to make conversation with you?! Universe, you and I need to have a good long chat.

“Why are you here?” Your voice is harsher than it should be but you’re annoyed. You’d agreed to only see each other when necessary not randomly! You thought that you’d be able to tell Steve yourself without unwelcome guests such as Bucky.

“Steve said you were out and I thought I’d be okay to see him for a few hours!” Bucky’s just as annoyed apparently not wanting to see you much more than you wanted to see him. He’s annoyed that you’re annoyed. You turn to him, glaring into those blue eyes, “Look, I know you hate me for fucking things up but... I needed to see you.”

“Why?!” You’re whisper shouting at each other and you were so glad that Steve didn’t have super hearing.

“Because I- I can’t stop thinking about you!” He hisses, arms flailing as his eyes bore into your soul, “I never slept because I couldn’t get you out of my head!”

You’re breathing hard as you look at him. He couldn’t sleep because he was too busy thinking of you? “You couldn’t sleep either?” Bucky cocks his head in confusion, “Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were yours.” You explained and you give a bitter laugh, “Forgive me for being annoyed but I wanted the first colour I saw to be Steve’s eyes, not yours so yeah, I’m a little pissed.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Oh, I’m sorry, princess,” he scoffs, “If I had it my way, I wouldn’t have picked you to be my soulmate. Plenty more people better.” The comment stings. You don’t know Bucky at all, all you know is what Steve told you of him but so far, he had made a terrible impression. Though to be fair, you’d said similar things to him so... Immediately, he groans and realises how big of a dick he looks, “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just- It’s-”

“Complicated. I know... I’m sorry that I’ve been a bit of a bitch. I never thought that this would happen. I’m stressed and I feel like I’m going to get a stomach ulcer from the stress.”

Bucky nods, “I’m sorry too... I’m sorry for showing up here too. Steve said you’d be out but I was hoping to see you again. I couldn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I’d met you first.”

“Bucky...” Your voice is a warning. A warning to not break over that threshold because once you break it, there’s absolutely no fixing it. It’s a warning that nothing will happen between the two of you. 

He realises and quickly straightens, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just... Just don’t go there,” you say with a nod as you turn around and open the fridge. You pull out some leftovers from your dinner the night before and go to the microwave to reheat it. The pair of you are quiet; the only noise to be heard is the hum of the microwave, “We should tell him,” you say eventually.

Bucky sighs. He too felt terrible for lying to Steve but he thought that hiding it was the easier thing to do, “Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

You nod as the microwave beeps, “We have to tell Steve.”

“Tell me what?” Steve asks, walking into the kitchen and placing some dirty dishes on the counter, “What’s going on? You okay?” Your eyes fleet between Steve who remains happy yet confused and Bucky who won’t stop staring at you with the deep stare. 

Oh, fuck.

[etherealluminescence]

GN!MC forcing conquering the demons into Pacts

Quick tags for those some people who reblogged my other post pt 1, I know I have a lot more but these are the only ones with comments on the post. @chalcedear @undertaker-02 @the-mexican-writer @mammonkinnie

Lucifer

You had spent countless hours against Lucifer, trying to fight him and force him into a pact. No matter what you did, it seemed like you failed.

It took you a long time to realize, but you had to train to beat Lucifer. And that you did. You knew how terrifying his power was as all the demons told you, so for a week straight you intensely trained until you were ready.

Lucifer was already on edge noticing you didn’t try anything, but he knew you wouldn’t give up, which was when you decided to strike.

He easily dodged your initial flying kick when he entered the room, but you grabbed onto the door and swung back around, kicking the tip of his head before he backed off.

He was now ready to dodge, believing that tour strategy was only to catch him off guard, but he was wrong.

When you landed, you dug your foot into the ground and threw yourself at him, but as he moved to the right, you used the shelf behind him to catch yourself and kick off it and nailed a kick straight to his head.

It was now or never as you began throwing heavy punches, trying to get him into a chokehold while he was prying you off, struggling a little as you bit onto his fingers or wings. You even bit onto his horn to stabilize yourself and kept punching.

By the end of it, you had quite a few bruises from his harsh grip, but he had a black eye and his feathers were all over the floor, you’ve won.

He probably could of killed you, but he didn’t want that, so he accepted his loss, glaring at you when you dug your heel into his stomach as Satan clapped and Belphie got out a trophy to hand you.

His pact was now your’s and you were going to flaunt it. He’s alright with the fact it was you who forced him into a pact, but it majorly hurt his ego that you were superior to him.

Mammon

You had recently arrived in the devildom half an hour ago and did not feel welcomed, in the slightest.

You tried to be nice to your guide, but he brushed you off and left you with Levi, or he intended to.

Levi gasped as he watched you tackle Mammon who tried to run off, and elbow him in the jaw. When he fell to the ground you kicked the life out of him muttering out “I tried to be nice to you fucker, if one of us is killed today it’s you.”

Levi was obviously bewildered, but took the chance to tell you to make a pact with him, his biggest mistake in his lifetime, all the poor demons in the future.

Mammon was crying a little as you forced him into a pact, and pulled him up with one hand, making him face Levi himself.

Mammon is 100% nicer to you because you’re scarier than Lucifer, and also because you genuinely treat him with respect now that he’s nice to you, something he’s not used to. Super happy to be the first ever demon you’ve conquered.

Leviathan

You had decided to do things the non violent way and participate in the TSL quiz, until Levi turned into his demon form and tried to kill you.

Taking up his challenge, you fearlessly walked towards him as Mammon was trying to tell you no, and you caught his punch.

It pushed you back a little bit, but you caught it and twisted his arm, and proceeded to beat him up in a one sided battle.

It’s not that he was weak, or others were helping you, but you genuinely managed to fight back and beat him so hard that it looked like his entire left arm was broken.

Lucifer was kinda pissed you broke his brother ngl;; but Diavolo is like it’s self defense?? And Lucifer is just like what human fights a demon across the room in self defense.

When Levi is begging for mercy he is reminded of what happened to Mammon and the rumors, accepting defeat, you make a pact mark with him, he’s kinda pissed though, like highkey.

He thinks that you probably think of him as a trophy or something to collect, based off the rumors. You probably don’t want to have a pact mark with an otaku, you just want to show off your strength.

He soon changes his attitude towards you when you show interest in him. You’re just genuinely a nice person and a caring older sibling figure, but will fight for the sake of peace and safety.

Now he’s just jealous that you spend more time with Luke than anyone else.

Satan

He offered you a pact mark easily because he wanted to piss off Lucifer, especially when you tried to give him a black eye from the pillow fight.

Very angry and disappointed when you said no, but then surprised when you said you’d beat the shit out of him instead, fair and square.

He knew you fought well, but are you sure you want to fight the embodiment of wrath himself? And you’re just like yep, the small tiny you, so confident.

He didn’t take it too seriously despite seeing the actual proof multiple times, and he watched you used his messy room to your advantage, even using the bookshelves to help you get air.

His ass was easily kicked even when he was serious. “You know, after facing both Levi and Beel, you aren’t much of a challenge.” You casually said as you formed a pact mark with him.

Slightly irked by the comment but delighted to be apart of your fan club, probably yells “BEAT THEIR ASS!” On the sidelines.

Pisses Lucifer off whenever you two fight and Lucifer gets an injury from you, and asks if Lucifer ever wants ice, just to be a dick.

Diavolo and Satan are in the fan club which PISSES Lucifer off when the two are in front of him discussing how you will one day (undoubtedly) beat Diavolo.

Asmodeous

You made a pact with Asmo after accidentally beating him up, he was begging for mercy and you kind of felt bad.

You insisted it wasn’t on purpose and he kind of avoids you for awhile after the pact mark. He’s glad Solomon isn’t like you, otherwise the devildom would cease to exist.

He’s eventually fine with you, and loves to take photos of you and Luke together acting like siblings because it’s the cutest thing. Although demons are scared of you they do kinda admire you, and seeing you soft with Luke is good for his devilgram.

Soon treats you like a friend instead of a monster that just so happened to kick his ass and make him beg.

You’re so tiny that it’s kinda cute and he nearly forgets someone like you is violent and scary so when he took you shopping and someone shoplifted, he was concerned for your nails after you disfigured them.

Will 10/10 treat your tense muscles and let you soak in his tub.

Beelzebub

He’s seen you fight before but damn he couldn’t believe it. You’re just so smol?? Couldn’t he crush you?

Lesson learned as he was knocked out after he broke your room. You didn’t want to hurt Besl since he was always courteous with you, so you knocked him out quickly.

He doesn’t remember more than you launching at him and the feel of his wings being tugged and his neck suddenly throbbing.

Mammon who watched beg for Beel’s life on his knees, asking you to spare him. You just nodded and waited for Beel to wake up before making a pact.

When he makes one, you give him some custard you asked Mammon to go out and buy really quick, you said please, and Beel is just so happy!!

He tried to kill you and he feels so bad but you’re just so kind!! Wants to protect you so bad but knows you’re just so badass so he instead helps you care for Luke.

Belphegor

You’d definitely be lying if you said you didn’t see it coming. His brothers had already tried to kill you, he was locked in an attic, and not to mention he gave you a weird vibe, you would of left him alone if you weren’t a nice person.

He tells you thank you for freedom and transforms, ready to kill you. No one got in his way and instead said “good luck Belphie” or “Nice knowing you” so he thought they wanted you dead.

Then he hears Beel say “I don’t want you to die, Belphie” and he is so confused? As he aimed his attack and you just end up punching him square in the face.

Afterwards, you kicked him in the stomach and grabbed his tail, swinging him into a wall, and knocking him over and over and over.

He is out cold, so when he wakes up and sees everyone congratulating him on surviving, he puts two and two together.

You were sitting on top of him and demanding a pact mark, and he unwillingly gives it to you after you nearly rip out his horn.

Pissed off and scared of you, slightly, but more impressed by the fact that even Lucifer struggles with you. When he finds out about the sheer amount of pact marks you have he’s starting to wonder when humans got so strong? And it became an endless spiral of him being pissed off.

Don’t worry though!! He eventually gets used to you.

Diavolo

Super happy it was finally his turn!! Like you did it, congrats, wants it you’d like some tea and what kind of attire to wear for his asskicking.

Is absolutely not looking down on you, he genuinely believes you’re strong. Because of that, he’s just so excited to face you. You beat both Lucifer and Barbatos, the majority of RAD, and you’re such a cool person!!

When you approach him you looked so badass. “Aye, prince of kiss my ass, I’m here to claim you once and for all and become the new ruler of this place.” You yelled out as you kicked down the door to his office.

The first time you two fought, he won. You had a lot of bruises, but managed to rip out some of his hair, at least. He finds it admirable how you still kept going despite him clearly hearing a rib break.

SUPER excited to tell Satan about it!! Hopes Barbatos recorded the fight so he could broadcast it at RAD during an announcement or something, but Barbatos rejected that idea.

Poor Diavolo only wanted to be included in this ass beating trend, but super happy when you return three days later and try to beat him up again, you even changed up the way you fight!!

You won’t ever know this, but one day he purposely changed his office’s layout to benefit your fighting style more, so when you finally beat him he was so ecstatic, his lips were bleeding but he was laughing, congratulating you and couldn’t wait to give you a pact.

Oh boy was he SO happy when you flaunted it, and sat in his desk chair with a hand on your chin, giving an order to Barbatos who recorded it, acting as if you really were the ruler of the devildom.

“Could you get some bandages for your former ruler, please?” You asked, feeling accomplished that Luke was officially safe during his stay in the devildom, and Diavolo was just swooning.

The public is 10/10 avoiding you because they are SCARED for their life. The people are convinced you’re like a nuclear weapon against demons.

Barbatos

He knew one day you’d defeat Lucifer, but it was so quick. You only needed a week of prep time?

Steps up his game a bit, because after two weeks of training you approach him ready to fight, and he can sense you’re not the same.

As he uses his tail to put you out of the room, he automatically feels your sharp teeth digging into his tail. He can withstand it no problem, until you literally rip a bit of his tail chunk out.

You didn’t let go even as he flung you off his tail, and you even dug your nails in. He showed no expression, but it was genuinely painful as you climbed his tail onto him, his tail no longer as useful because he was very sure you would rip through it.

His fighting against you one on one went well for him, he could see and easily predict your moves easily, until you head butted him and began every trick in the book.

From kicking, punching, biting, scratching, you name it, you did it. He was finally at your mercy when you were cover in both your own and his blood, while he was sure his tail was missing some pieces, and you were absolutely not letting go.

He’s 100% convinced you’ve gone feral in a span of three weeks, but that’s okay. The only thing stopping you from fighting the prince was now defeated, and he apologised to Diavolo frequently, who was only super excited in return.

Don’t worry you apologised for his tail and helped him with his job for awhile, totally not to also study Diavolo in his natural habitat.

First time you’ve ever seen him smile so soft was when he got his ass kicked so hard by you that his tail went chomp chomp.

Luke

Surprised pikachu face.

He understands you beating up Mammon,, and maybe some lesser demons,, but did you REALLY defeat Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

Surprised pikachu face as you shrug and say “yeah I guess. I’m the ruler now, do you feel safe yet?”

Lucifer yells out you’re not the ruler just because you formed a pact with Diavolo, but you ignored him and smile at Luke, patting his head.

Luke is just nodding like “I’m safe!!!” While in his head he’s like WOW whaT PLEASE EXPLAIN.

Luke constantly calls you his older sibling now, tells daddy Simeon ALL about it, and brags about you to the demons who even look at him.

Praise this precious baby as he makes you all the sweets in the world. You’ve literally defeated demons of all sorts, even the most powerful, and all you want is to see him smile.

Will probably cry.